The room fell silent again.
If, before this, they had felt that as disciples, they could only watch their master suffer torment and wished they could take his place—
Then now that the target truly stood before them, comparing the foundations and strength of those two colossal entities—
Everyone once again felt a profound sense of helplessness.
Yet as time ticked away, second by second—
Qin Zhisui, who had been lying rather quietly on the bed, began to tremble again.
"I am not a sinner..."
Qin Zhisui struggled violently, veins bulging across his withered hands as he frantically tried to tear at his own face.
"I did nothing wrong! I did nothing wrong!!!"
Noticing the commotion, everyone hurried forward.
"Master! Master, please wake up!"
But Qin Zhisui's roar only grew louder. His eyes were wide with fury, as though they held all the indignation in the world. "I, Qin Zhisui... am not a sinner..."
"This..."
The others looked at one another, but facing the constantly struggling Qin Zhisui, they did not dare use too much force, afraid of hurting his frail mortal body.
They could only carefully control their strength and pin down the old man's limbs, preventing him from continuing to claw at his own face.
Very quickly.
Someone refused to believe it and formed hand seals once more. Gentle, clear light flowed continuously into the old man's body, yet his emotions showed no improvement.
Qin Zhisui's eyes grew increasingly crazed, his breathing became rapid, and even crimson streaks of blood began to spill from his throat. He was clearly on the verge of collapse.
"What are we supposed to do now?!"
Spells were useless, precious medicine was hard to find—could they only wait for their master to grit his teeth and endure it himself?
As the situation grew